Gone are the days when they would sink invisible into the soft flesh of my bosom. Now they awake stiff and needy, craving attention, demanding that I ...ake a dampened finger and tease the dark, sensitised skin of my areolas until my stalk like nubs scream to be stroked, to be pinched, to be squeezed and twisted and tugged. I can see them now, pushing fiercely at the fine cotton, elastane fabric; ripe cherries atop my cupcake breasts, displaying themselves for all the world to admire, announcing. The other hand rested on his right thigh. This only lasted about a minute because my stop was coming up and I had to get off the bus. The next stop was mine. I gathered my things, stood up and exited the bus. I was too embarrassed to look back at him. Afraid of what I might see on his face. It’s amazing what you’ll do in the heat of the moment, but when it’s over you don’t know if you’ll live to regret it or if it was the best thing that happened to you. I guess it all depended on how he took. She must be connected to Rawer in some way, or else he wouldn’t have trusted with as sensitive a secret as his tryst with the princess. All these considerations were secondary however. Primarily, Mediha was very disappointed, because she really wanted Rawer’s cock. Seeing this woman made her even more acutely aware of her disappointment for some reason, as thought it were this woman’s fault. “Who are you?” she said, in as peremptory a tone as she could manage, given the formidable presence of. Turning off the light and locking the door behind me, I made my way down to the basement car park. Twenty minutes later I was pulling my Lexus into the car park of the exhibition centre on the outskirts of town. I nodded briefly to the security guard on the door, I was about to inform him that I was here to help my wife with her trade stand when he simply waved me into the main hall with a bored gesture. The exhibition clearly finished for the day, the hall was in semi darkness and fairly.